The best of my songs are more than just a joke. There's something else going on - a character, or it's not just a plain joke.

Don't forget to bring that little blonde haired girl along. You know the one, love to watch her jump up and down.

Some fools in the desert with nothing to do...invented me, and they invented you. And other fools keep it all going and growing. Everybody, we're a figment of their imagination.

I seen her with the milkman, riding down the street. When you're through with my baby, milkman, send her home to me.

I'd like to explain why you fine young men had to be blown apart to defend this mud hole.

God bless the potholes on Memory Lane.

Cleveland, city of light! City of magic!